charmaine/ time-travelling: a poem

mindlessly scrolling, I wait in the doctor’s office

I close my eyes

the melody playing softly

lifts me off the sticky leather seat, out of the lobby

 

eleven, standing in the music room, practicing my alto sax, tiny fingers, barely long enough to reach every key

sharp! b sharp!

he corrects me from the living room davenport

I blush, embarrassed at my fumble

I start from the top, try to get every note right

I want to impress him with how much I’ve been practicing

no, no! more vibrato! you’re ruining it

breathe.

focus.

try again.

fingers flail awkwardly

 

the door pushes open

he huffs and pretends to be upset

house slippers and ascot cap, holding his tenor sax

“okay, let’s take it from the top”

he winks

 

fingers dance purposefully across the keys, he closes his eyes

I smile, blessed with the sound

the door creaks open again

Grandma smiles, taking a break from cooking dinner to join me and Grandpa

she takes her place at the piano bench and just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, she adds

infinite magic

 

there are lyrics to this song but they aren’t necessary

nothing could make this moment better

 

kaitlyn? the doctor will see you now

not now, please. can’t you see we’re busy?

just let me have my song.

 

open my eyes.

 

Grandpa’s gone.

 

 

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Finer Than Frog Hairs : 11×14, Acrylic on Canvas, Kaitlyn Davis 2018

 

In Memory of Ernest Charles Edwards (1919-2017)

 

 

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